| Show them violence
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| There is torment
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| Behind every smiling face
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| Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race
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| Pennies in fountains
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| Beneath the holy mountains
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| Still water in the basins of sick floating faces
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| Ignorance is not bliss
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| It’s just the burden we drag
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| The march of the blind
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| Get in line
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| Under the shadow of a flag
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| Once a symbol of hope
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| Now a tool for tyrants
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| Bound by the ropes
|
| Once reserved for the violent
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| Dreamless nights spent staring at the ceilings
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| Complacent in defeat
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| Numb to the feeling
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| Stringing memories together
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| As if they had meaning
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| There is nothing here worth keeping
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| There is torment
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| Behind every smiling face
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| Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race
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| Look at the world through the eyes of a man
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| Who won’t stand for the shit he’s been given
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| Who is intimidated by religion
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| Or the fucking television
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| And it’s distorted vision
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| Or a life that defines the need for violence
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| Show them the violence
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| Drag them through the streets
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| Act in violence
|
| Show them the violence
|
| Drag them through the streets
|
| Ignorance is not bliss
|
| It’s just the burden we drag
|
| The march of the blind
|
| Get in line
|
| Under the shadow of a flag
|
| Once a symbol of hope
|
| Now a tool for tyrants
|
| Bound by the ropes
|
| Once reserved for the violent
|
| Dreamless nights spent staring at the ceilings
|
| Complacent in defeat
|
| Numb to the feeling
|
| Stringing memories together
|
| As if they had meaning
|
| There is nothing here worth keeping
|
| We walk on
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| Steady towards the sun
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| Unhappy with our lives
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| And all that we have done
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| So I will see you
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| On the other side of the night
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| Waiting for silence
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| To bring an end to this life |